Vespera's POV
By the time we returned to the packhouse, I had stopped feeling the cold. Blood stiffened on my clothes, and the brass key in my hand continued to make my skin burn, but my mind remained fixed on Gideon's final words.
Because she knew what you were.
I'd spent seven years trying to understand what happened to my family, and now I had more questions than answers. My mother had been alive three months ago, my father had died trying to expose something powerful, and apparently I was carrying a secret people were willing to kill for.
Wonderful.
All I'd wanted tonight was to decide whether Gideon deserved to die by my hand. Instead, someone had taken that decision away from me.
Damon walked beside me through the entrance, his expression unreadable as warriors moved around us.
